Kennebunk. It infiltrates your mind. Your body. Your thoughts. THe sheltered little community that raises us so well suddenly is the brunt of all evil. All things seem related to it. When we go outside. Kennubunk. When we fight our mothers will. Kennebunk. The silent tyrant. The golden quaile. Yes Nicholas. Boston is the answer. Surronded by new smells, ideas, and people. For that 2 and 1/2 hours, you are free. Fly away sparrow. Fly away. -Greg
dude...my mom is so stupid that i seriously can't even get mad at her. i try to agree with her no matter how unreasonable she sounds, because i am way to sick of like dealing with it.
i'm bored.
matthew coffee is as good as dead, nice on savannah.
What if people were figments of imagination? What if there was no Matthew? No Savannah? No internet predator? THen there would only be a thin maroon light, illuminating the bowels of society that the mere prescence of humans could disturb. The built in ethics of a jaded world. The jagged stryations of a people long past.-Greg
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"RAH! YOU'RE SPENDING THE NIGHT WITH ME TONIGHT! YOU'RE GOING TO BOSTON TOMORROW SO YOU CAN STAY HOME TONIGHT!"
AAHAHAHA...RAH!!! awesome.
sorry to hear that. and dammit don't say your life is redundant, it's FUN!
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i'm bored.
matthew coffee is as good as dead, nice on savannah.
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